Soulja Slim
Chris, you idiot look at what you did?
I don't need nobody else
I'm a soulja but these racks ain't slim
I been thinkin' since 'bout 3:00 a.m.
I got a 10 up in these skinny jeans
I put a .40 in these skinny jeans
So don't run up on the kid, that your son, and they gon' scream
I was 15 with a Glock, now mama know it was on me
I ain't worried 'bout the rap shit, I'll take on for the team
Don't tell me that it's all love, you hurting me
Bebe was supposed to be with us, he worse than me
Ayy, I don't front, young nigga came out the way
I tell Lil Bebe, he send the K's
I tell Lil Bebe that he on the way
Nigga get rocked tryna float the bay
I ain't Lil Purp, but I'm up on the drink
Bebe had told me, I just gotta think
Just gotta think it out, but we can bang it out
She think I'm famous now 'cause I took the safer route
I did the same, I rolled with the gang, did what I prayed about
I'm a soulja but these racks ain't slim
I been thinkin' since 'bout 3:00 a.m.
I got a 10 up in these skinny jeans
I put a .40 in these skinny jeans
So don't run up on the kid, that your son, and they gon' scream
I was 15 with a Glock, now mama know it was on me
I ain't worried 'bout the rap shit, I'll take on for the team
Don't tell me that it's all love, you hurting me
I don't need nobody else
I'm a soulja but these racks ain't slim
I been thinkin' since 'bout 3:00 a.m.
I got a 10 up in these skinny jeans
I put a .40 in these skinny jeans
So don't run up on the kid, that your son, and they gon' scream
I was 15 with a Glock, now mama know it was on me
I ain't worried 'bout the rap shit, I'll take on for the team
Don't tell me that it's all love, you hurting me
Bebe was supposed to be with us, he worse than me
Ayy, I don't front, young nigga came out the way
I tell Lil Bebe, he send the K's
I tell Lil Bebe that he on the way
Nigga get rocked tryna float the bay
I ain't Lil Purp, but I'm up on the drink
Bebe had told me, I just gotta think
Just gotta think it out, but we can bang it out
She think I'm famous now 'cause I took the safer route
I did the same, I rolled with the gang, did what I prayed about
I'm a soulja but these racks ain't slim
I been thinkin' since 'bout 3:00 a.m.
I got a 10 up in these skinny jeans
I put a .40 in these skinny jeans
So don't run up on the kid, that your son, and they gon' scream
I was 15 with a Glock, now mama know it was on me
I ain't worried 'bout the rap shit, I'll take on for the team
Don't tell me that it's all love, you hurting me
Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Da Mota Siqueira, Kenneth Maurice Williams, Christopher Fizer, Tim Krispin
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